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Since no one has created a machine capable of traveling through time that we know of, I can only draw inferences of what a time machine of this nature would function like from my imagination, and my knowledge of sci-fi films and novels. I imagine that the machine would hover above the surface of the ground, and shutter excessively for a little while, and then, somehow, channeling more energy than you could possibly fathom, it would disappear instantaneously with a blinding flash of light. It glides effortlessly though the distorted dimension of time, hurtling you through a series of intricate passageways that projected images depicting the universe throughout the course of time. It pulses a strange, multicolored energy from its exhaust pipe that evaporates into the “atmosphere” as the bulky piece of machinery continues to catapult you through the vortex of time. The control panel is equipped with an advanced artificial intelligence program, that voices the warning, “50 years until you’ve reached your desired time period” and you gaze the phantasmagorical world of time as it desintegrates before your eyes. Finally, you’ve arrived.
I say Tragedy.
I have read Edgar Allan Poe‘s “Annabel Lee”
That saying, during the whole poem, I had the vibe of tragedy rather than terror. He is losing his precious Annabel. Which is more “devastating” or “tragic” if you will. So I go with B.
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<u>Explanation:</u>
Introduction:
The Leader and the Led is a poem crafted by Niyi Osundare in form of a fable. It tells a story of an animal kingdom lacking leadership based on rivalry and imperfection.
Most powerful animal in the kingdom saw the reason and right to become the ruler yet their power seemed to be their flaws (the reasons for them not to be voted). The trouble prolonged until the “Forest Sage” (in line18 stanza 9) proffered solution.
According to the forest sage, strength alone isn’t the yardstick for becoming a ruler. The balance of strength and weakness is the needed quality for any animal that will rule the pack well.
Line 17 – 20:
“’Our need calls for a hybrid of habits”,
Proclaims the Forest Sage,
“A little bit of a lion
A little bit of a lamb"
Tough like a tiger, compassionate like a doe
Poet:
Transparent like a river, mysterious like a lake’” The poet Niyi Osundare was born 1947 in Ikere Ekiti, Ekiti state, Nigeria. Professor Niyi Osundare is a teacher of language, a mild activist and a member of the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA).
Other poems written by the poet are They Too Are The Earth, Not My Business, Earth's Eye View, Ours To Plough Not To Plunder, and many more.
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